Schmoop Bingo - Blackout # 2 - No. 5
Title: Mon Manege a Moi
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Making out
Medium: Fic
Rating: R.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: They're going to be late to the party, but Jensen could care less. |SOUNDTRACK|
Notes: Beta done by the always-awesome kimberlyfdr. Thanks, hon!
The inspiration for this came from the one schmoopy scene in Irreversible. It's my favorite scene of all time, and if you've seen the movie, you'll know exactly which scene this is.
Word Count: 2577
The phone ringer is never set to 'loud' in Jensen's apartment. It buzzes a medium tone that's persistent, but not obnoxious. Jared, for one, appreciates it. Jensen, on the other hand, still can't stand the thing.
One of the spare pillows is lobbed over the phone just as Chad's voice comes on the line; his usual greeting of 'what's up, bitches?' muffled by the fabric and stuffing. It's almost six and Jared's friend clearly wants to get the party started. Jensen still has no idea why he agreed to give Chad his number, since the man has never used it for its intended purpose of “only in emergencies.”
Above him, Jared takes a shuddered inhale; his lean, lanky frame stirring with the first vestiges of alertness. Jensen would be lying if he said he didn't like the way that his boyfriend has been filling out recently; his muscles growing bigger and more pronounced under his smooth, tanned skin. Times like these, however, he's glad that Jared hasn't increased his muscle-mass too much because while he loves the perfect, even pressure his boyfriend's body provides when he lays on top of him, any more weight and it won't just be his arm going numb.
“I had a dream,” Jared's voice is thick and sleep-coated, his words a whisper, even in the quiet of the room. Jensen's ears still register it as noise however, and he unthinkingly lets his hand fall over Jared's mouth, effectively hushing him. Jared grips his fingertips gently, kissing them softly before slowly moving the digits off his mouth.
Jensen feels another kiss pressed to his chest as his fingers smooth through Jared's still-wet hair, feeling the heat radiating softly from his boyfriend's scalp.
“It was weird. I was in an empty warehouse and I knew that the whole world was dead. I'm holding a newborn baby girl, and I remember thinking that I wasn't going to make it across the building. Even though everything was dead, I felt like I was being hunted. Suddenly, you were there and you were smiling. You called me over and I was there in seconds. You said everything would be all right and then I woke up.”
Jensen cracks an eye open, gazing down at the blurry shape of Jared's head, his own hand a stark contrast to the dark waves.
“A warehouse?”
“Yeah, I think it's because of those adoption demonstrators yesterday. All the talk of babies, you know?”
Jensen remembers the gaggle of college kids handing out fliers in downtown Vancouver, trying to bring awareness to the fact that there were plenty of children in BC in need of a good family. A small smile crosses his face as he kisses the top of Jared's head fondly. His boyfriend has the biggest heart of any man he's ever dated and it shows in times like this.
“You want to adopt, babe?” he whispers, his smile growing as his eyes meet Jared's for the first time since waking. Jared's face scrunches up adorably and he shakes his head hesitantly.
“Not yet. Maybe in a few years, when I'm married and settled down,” he reasons, his arms extending to meet Jensen's behind his head. Jared pushes off, using his boyfriend as leverage to stretch out once-lax muscles. Jensen takes the opportunity to do the same, growling softly as he comes out of his stretch.
His smile still sleepy-soft as Jensen rolls them over; their legs still entangled. The position makes it so Jared's lower half lays flat while his torso twists, facing Jensen and putting his abs on delicious display. Jensen can't see much of him, though, with Jared's hair sticking to his face like wet noodles. It's a mixture of sweat and water from the shower they'd taken earlier, before their kisses turned to touches and then turned to more. They'd fallen into bed and made love with all the passion that had been growing since day one of their relationship. Sleep had overtaken them them and now, almost two hours later, they were just getting up.
Jensen's eyes hold nothing but fondness as he begins to slowly pull away the clumps of hair from Jared's forehead, eyes, and cheeks. They kiss deeply once Jared's face is clear. Jensen is in no particular rush as he lets his tongue sweep across Jared's lips; his boyfriend giving him access without hesitation.
Jared tastes like chocolate milk, a hint of pepperoni, and the little York peppermint patty that they got at the end of their meal from the waitress. It would normally strike him as gross, but with Jared, Jensen's pretty sure that nothing could ever taste better.
The kiss remains deep and wanton as their hands glide over exposed skin, gripping on occasion as Jared and Jensen both shift until Jensen is straddling Jared's hips. When they finally pull away, Jensen cups Jared's face, locking their gazes. He can see a future there, in Jared's eyes; can see a blossoming love identical to the one that's been filling his chest since they first became exclusive, almost a year ago. Jensen doesn't fight the urge to press a soft kiss to Jared's forehead, the gesture imbued with pure adoration.
“We slept too long,” Jared's voice is still a whisper, one hand coming up to stroke lovingly down Jensen's cheek, his fingertips grazing down his chest not long after.
“I gotta run by the liquor store before the party and grab a bottle. Gotta be nice to Chad, seeing as how I stole his best friend and all,” Jensen murmurs as he presses a tender kiss to Jared's still-swollen lips, his hands sweeping over his boyfriend's nude form languidly. Jared makes an indignant noise through the kiss before cutting it short, looking at Jensen in confusion.
“What?” Jared's nearly laughing, his eyes bright and full of life, even in the soft light of Jensen's room.
“I've gotta grab-”
“No. You didn't steal anything from anyone, babe. It was all me, I made all the decisions. It's always the alpha male who decides.” There's mischief in his eyes, and Jensen can't help but share in Jared's soft laughter, both of them all too familiar with Chad's theory on dog training.
“It is!” Jared's still laughing as Jensen slides his hands up his arms, slowly moving them above Jared's head, a smirk coloring his features.
“Yeah, you decide, all right.”
“Besides-”
“Making me go hang out with that crazy motherfucker. Imposing an evening with him, even if he is a buddy.” Jensen's smiling as he speaks, wanting to make sure Jared knows he's only playing.
“He likes you, Jen; thinks we're good together-”
“Even still, you're gonna have to pay.” He grins brightly, finally managing to pin Jared down with his face mere inches from the soft spot at the crook of Jared's neck.
“Nooo, I'm not paying!” Jared whines, his voice still holding the last tinges of sleep even though he's fully awake.
“Stop it! You'll pay!” Jensen mocks in a high pitched squeal, his lips ghosting over the sweet, warm skin.
“Jen, I swear, if you-” His words are cut off by the loud raspberry Jensen blows into his skin. Jared's squirming away and stretching back out underneath Jensen; his leg flopping down between his boyfriend's thighs.
“Revenge is sweet, Padalecki.” Jensen grins in triumph.
“I'll get my revenge, too, with a kiss,” Jared whispers, waiting until Jensen is a few inches away to let a fine mist of spit spray over his boyfriend's face.
In the commotion of Jensen crying out in mock-disgust and trying to get out of the line of spittle-fire, Jared's knee catches on his sac, not even a pair of boxers there to protect him. It barely registers on the pain scale, but Jensen's a sneaky bastard and revenge is too good to pass up. The gasp he lets out ends the fun in a heartbeat.
“Fuck, Jared! You kneed me in the balls!” Jared's at his side in a flash, concern evident on his wincing face. Jensen almost feels bad, but one good turn deserves another. He grabs all his junk in both hands and feigns labored breathing.
“You got me in the sac, dude!”
“I'm so sorry, Jen! Let me take-” Jared's at perfect firing range and Jensen lets one fly, the gob of spit hitting Jared square in the cheek.
“You punk-ass little bitch!” Jensen stretches out, laughing softly as he watches Jared wipe his face off on one of the sheets and then sit up. Big hands smooth his hair back from his face; Jared reaching behind him for one of the thin bath towels. Jensen doesn't hesitate to scoot up behind Jared as he wraps the sheet around his lower half; Jared still a little wary of being completely nude in Jensen's apartment due to the blinds always being open.
“Okay, I'm gonna put on some coffee. You've gotta run and grab some alcohol. Are you sure we don't-”
“My god, that ass is something else.” Jensen's growl stops Jared's words on his tongue; his taller frame leaning back and into the hands that are gripping his ass. Jared's eyes fall shut once more as Jensen presses kiss after kiss to his spine.
“C'mon, we really do have to start getting ready.” The protest is weak and they both know it. Jensen's hands slide around Jared's hips, one massaging his inner thigh while the other palms his soft cock gently. The fondling has its intended reaction and Jared lets out a whisper of a moan as he lets Jensen feel him up.
“Where you going?” Jensen whispers in Jared's ear, the hand on his cock still moving; not enough to get Jared hard, but enough to get his brain moving in the right direction.
“Make some coffee,” Jared whispers back with Jensen's breath warm on his skin.
Part of him doesn't want to leave the bed for the rest of the night, but they've promised everyone that they'll be there, and Jensen really hates disappointing people. He chuckles as he lets go and watches Jared finally stand up; the sheet wrapping around his waist as he pads out into the living room, rubbing his eye. It takes him a second, but Jensen's soon following, still completely nude and unable to stop smiling. Jared just has that effect on him.
“Think I've got something in my eye. Freakin' hurts,” Jared mumbles, turning to face Jensen just as he comes in, two fingers holding his lid open. Jensen takes a peek and just leans in for a kiss, blindly grabbing an apple from the dinner table as he goes to turn on some music.
He'd left the radio on some French station, and the song that comes on-while completely foreign to him-seems to fit with their evening and only serves to put him in an even more romantic mood. Jared's warm arms come around him from behind as he finishes setting up the stereo and grabs for a cigarette; lighting it before turning in his boyfriend's embrace.
The smoke is all but forgotten as Jensen hugs Jared tightly; their kiss apple-flavored as they sway to the music. Jared parts Jensen's lips this time, exploring every last inch of his mouth with a soft, slippery tongue that has tingles running all the way down to Jensen's toes. Jensen grips him tighter and, in a move that he knows he won't be able to do for very much longer, he picks Jared up off the floor, kissing all over his face as he moves them back to the bedroom.
“I'm thinking I want to fuck your ass again.” The bluntness of his statement has Jared laughing that wonderful, full laugh as they reach the pass-through to the room.
“I thought you were romantic!” Jared chuckles, waiting until he's back on his feet to try and slip out of Jensen's arms again. They're going to be late and they both know it.
His attempts are futile as Jensen herds them back to bed and drops down on Jared with a boneless thud; his body catching Jared's in a fetal pose. Jensen leans over his lover again; kissing him for what seems like hours until Jared's pliant and completely smitten under him. His lips then move down, tracing over the well-defined calf muscle, up to the crease in Jared's knee and finally under the sheet that's hiding all of Jensen's favorite parts.
He can hear Jared sighing happily as his kisses find the very tip of his boyfriend's cock; Jensen letting his tongue come out and lave over the salty slit before he suckles gently on the pink head. It's not long before that big hand of Jared's is smoothing over Jensen's sheet-clad scalp, both urging and reluctant.
“We really have to go. Gonna be late.” Jared tries again, but Jensen just kisses back up his body. His eyes hold a different quality; something softer and more meaningful.
Jensen kisses Jared like he's going to die and, for a moment, the world fades into utter dark for both of them. Nothing else matters but each other.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Jared returns the sentiment, watching as Jensen kisses each nipple and then snuggles in on top of Jared; shotgunning his smoke for his boyfriend.
The kiss this time is completely different. There's no desperation, no need to feel. It's a pure expression of love and it makes Jensen's heart skip a beat. It takes a long time for either of them to pull away, and when they do, it's with the utmost reluctance.
“I'm gonna go grab a shower. Go buy us some alcohol, handsome,” Jared whispers, pecking Jensen's lips one final time before heading for the shower.
Jensen takes a deep breath, his whole body lax and thrumming with absolute love for Jared. It takes him a few tries, but he manages to get dressed, grab Jared's money clip, and then loop back to give his boyfriend a goodbye kiss.
Jared's facing the door when he comes in, and the smile he graces Jensen with is enough to have him smiling like an idiot for the rest of the night. Jensen presses up close, lips puckered as he meets Jared in a kiss, the shower curtain their only separation.
“I'll be right back,” Jensen murmurs between pecks, his left hand pulling back the curtain and he nearly gets in with Jared.
They kiss under the spray for a few minutes, Jensen not caring that he's getting his hair wet. He loves his boyfriend and he'll be damned if Jared doesn't know that.
Author: Redsirenfiction
Fandom: CWRPS (J2)
Schmoop: Blackout
Prompt: Making out
Medium: Fic
Rating: R.
Warnings: Will rot your teeth.
Disclaimer: Don't own them. This is all a mirage.
Summary: They're going to be late to the party, but Jensen could care less. |SOUNDTRACK|
Notes: Beta done by the always-awesome kimberlyfdr. Thanks, hon!
The inspiration for this came from the one schmoopy scene in Irreversible. It's my favorite scene of all time, and if you've seen the movie, you'll know exactly which scene this is.
Word Count: 2577
The phone ringer is never set to 'loud' in Jensen's apartment. It buzzes a medium tone that's persistent, but not obnoxious. Jared, for one, appreciates it. Jensen, on the other hand, still can't stand the thing.
One of the spare pillows is lobbed over the phone just as Chad's voice comes on the line; his usual greeting of 'what's up, bitches?' muffled by the fabric and stuffing. It's almost six and Jared's friend clearly wants to get the party started. Jensen still has no idea why he agreed to give Chad his number, since the man has never used it for its intended purpose of “only in emergencies.”
Above him, Jared takes a shuddered inhale; his lean, lanky frame stirring with the first vestiges of alertness. Jensen would be lying if he said he didn't like the way that his boyfriend has been filling out recently; his muscles growing bigger and more pronounced under his smooth, tanned skin. Times like these, however, he's glad that Jared hasn't increased his muscle-mass too much because while he loves the perfect, even pressure his boyfriend's body provides when he lays on top of him, any more weight and it won't just be his arm going numb.
“I had a dream,” Jared's voice is thick and sleep-coated, his words a whisper, even in the quiet of the room. Jensen's ears still register it as noise however, and he unthinkingly lets his hand fall over Jared's mouth, effectively hushing him. Jared grips his fingertips gently, kissing them softly before slowly moving the digits off his mouth.
Jensen feels another kiss pressed to his chest as his fingers smooth through Jared's still-wet hair, feeling the heat radiating softly from his boyfriend's scalp.
“It was weird. I was in an empty warehouse and I knew that the whole world was dead. I'm holding a newborn baby girl, and I remember thinking that I wasn't going to make it across the building. Even though everything was dead, I felt like I was being hunted. Suddenly, you were there and you were smiling. You called me over and I was there in seconds. You said everything would be all right and then I woke up.”
Jensen cracks an eye open, gazing down at the blurry shape of Jared's head, his own hand a stark contrast to the dark waves.
“A warehouse?”
“Yeah, I think it's because of those adoption demonstrators yesterday. All the talk of babies, you know?”
Jensen remembers the gaggle of college kids handing out fliers in downtown Vancouver, trying to bring awareness to the fact that there were plenty of children in BC in need of a good family. A small smile crosses his face as he kisses the top of Jared's head fondly. His boyfriend has the biggest heart of any man he's ever dated and it shows in times like this.
“You want to adopt, babe?” he whispers, his smile growing as his eyes meet Jared's for the first time since waking. Jared's face scrunches up adorably and he shakes his head hesitantly.
“Not yet. Maybe in a few years, when I'm married and settled down,” he reasons, his arms extending to meet Jensen's behind his head. Jared pushes off, using his boyfriend as leverage to stretch out once-lax muscles. Jensen takes the opportunity to do the same, growling softly as he comes out of his stretch.
His smile still sleepy-soft as Jensen rolls them over; their legs still entangled. The position makes it so Jared's lower half lays flat while his torso twists, facing Jensen and putting his abs on delicious display. Jensen can't see much of him, though, with Jared's hair sticking to his face like wet noodles. It's a mixture of sweat and water from the shower they'd taken earlier, before their kisses turned to touches and then turned to more. They'd fallen into bed and made love with all the passion that had been growing since day one of their relationship. Sleep had overtaken them them and now, almost two hours later, they were just getting up.
Jensen's eyes hold nothing but fondness as he begins to slowly pull away the clumps of hair from Jared's forehead, eyes, and cheeks. They kiss deeply once Jared's face is clear. Jensen is in no particular rush as he lets his tongue sweep across Jared's lips; his boyfriend giving him access without hesitation.
Jared tastes like chocolate milk, a hint of pepperoni, and the little York peppermint patty that they got at the end of their meal from the waitress. It would normally strike him as gross, but with Jared, Jensen's pretty sure that nothing could ever taste better.
The kiss remains deep and wanton as their hands glide over exposed skin, gripping on occasion as Jared and Jensen both shift until Jensen is straddling Jared's hips. When they finally pull away, Jensen cups Jared's face, locking their gazes. He can see a future there, in Jared's eyes; can see a blossoming love identical to the one that's been filling his chest since they first became exclusive, almost a year ago. Jensen doesn't fight the urge to press a soft kiss to Jared's forehead, the gesture imbued with pure adoration.
“We slept too long,” Jared's voice is still a whisper, one hand coming up to stroke lovingly down Jensen's cheek, his fingertips grazing down his chest not long after.
“I gotta run by the liquor store before the party and grab a bottle. Gotta be nice to Chad, seeing as how I stole his best friend and all,” Jensen murmurs as he presses a tender kiss to Jared's still-swollen lips, his hands sweeping over his boyfriend's nude form languidly. Jared makes an indignant noise through the kiss before cutting it short, looking at Jensen in confusion.
“What?” Jared's nearly laughing, his eyes bright and full of life, even in the soft light of Jensen's room.
“I've gotta grab-”
“No. You didn't steal anything from anyone, babe. It was all me, I made all the decisions. It's always the alpha male who decides.” There's mischief in his eyes, and Jensen can't help but share in Jared's soft laughter, both of them all too familiar with Chad's theory on dog training.
“It is!” Jared's still laughing as Jensen slides his hands up his arms, slowly moving them above Jared's head, a smirk coloring his features.
“Yeah, you decide, all right.”
“Besides-”
“Making me go hang out with that crazy motherfucker. Imposing an evening with him, even if he is a buddy.” Jensen's smiling as he speaks, wanting to make sure Jared knows he's only playing.
“He likes you, Jen; thinks we're good together-”
“Even still, you're gonna have to pay.” He grins brightly, finally managing to pin Jared down with his face mere inches from the soft spot at the crook of Jared's neck.
“Nooo, I'm not paying!” Jared whines, his voice still holding the last tinges of sleep even though he's fully awake.
“Stop it! You'll pay!” Jensen mocks in a high pitched squeal, his lips ghosting over the sweet, warm skin.
“Jen, I swear, if you-” His words are cut off by the loud raspberry Jensen blows into his skin. Jared's squirming away and stretching back out underneath Jensen; his leg flopping down between his boyfriend's thighs.
“Revenge is sweet, Padalecki.” Jensen grins in triumph.
“I'll get my revenge, too, with a kiss,” Jared whispers, waiting until Jensen is a few inches away to let a fine mist of spit spray over his boyfriend's face.
In the commotion of Jensen crying out in mock-disgust and trying to get out of the line of spittle-fire, Jared's knee catches on his sac, not even a pair of boxers there to protect him. It barely registers on the pain scale, but Jensen's a sneaky bastard and revenge is too good to pass up. The gasp he lets out ends the fun in a heartbeat.
“Fuck, Jared! You kneed me in the balls!” Jared's at his side in a flash, concern evident on his wincing face. Jensen almost feels bad, but one good turn deserves another. He grabs all his junk in both hands and feigns labored breathing.
“You got me in the sac, dude!”
“I'm so sorry, Jen! Let me take-” Jared's at perfect firing range and Jensen lets one fly, the gob of spit hitting Jared square in the cheek.
“You punk-ass little bitch!” Jensen stretches out, laughing softly as he watches Jared wipe his face off on one of the sheets and then sit up. Big hands smooth his hair back from his face; Jared reaching behind him for one of the thin bath towels. Jensen doesn't hesitate to scoot up behind Jared as he wraps the sheet around his lower half; Jared still a little wary of being completely nude in Jensen's apartment due to the blinds always being open.
“Okay, I'm gonna put on some coffee. You've gotta run and grab some alcohol. Are you sure we don't-”
“My god, that ass is something else.” Jensen's growl stops Jared's words on his tongue; his taller frame leaning back and into the hands that are gripping his ass. Jared's eyes fall shut once more as Jensen presses kiss after kiss to his spine.
“C'mon, we really do have to start getting ready.” The protest is weak and they both know it. Jensen's hands slide around Jared's hips, one massaging his inner thigh while the other palms his soft cock gently. The fondling has its intended reaction and Jared lets out a whisper of a moan as he lets Jensen feel him up.
“Where you going?” Jensen whispers in Jared's ear, the hand on his cock still moving; not enough to get Jared hard, but enough to get his brain moving in the right direction.
“Make some coffee,” Jared whispers back with Jensen's breath warm on his skin.
Part of him doesn't want to leave the bed for the rest of the night, but they've promised everyone that they'll be there, and Jensen really hates disappointing people. He chuckles as he lets go and watches Jared finally stand up; the sheet wrapping around his waist as he pads out into the living room, rubbing his eye. It takes him a second, but Jensen's soon following, still completely nude and unable to stop smiling. Jared just has that effect on him.
“Think I've got something in my eye. Freakin' hurts,” Jared mumbles, turning to face Jensen just as he comes in, two fingers holding his lid open. Jensen takes a peek and just leans in for a kiss, blindly grabbing an apple from the dinner table as he goes to turn on some music.
He'd left the radio on some French station, and the song that comes on-while completely foreign to him-seems to fit with their evening and only serves to put him in an even more romantic mood. Jared's warm arms come around him from behind as he finishes setting up the stereo and grabs for a cigarette; lighting it before turning in his boyfriend's embrace.
The smoke is all but forgotten as Jensen hugs Jared tightly; their kiss apple-flavored as they sway to the music. Jared parts Jensen's lips this time, exploring every last inch of his mouth with a soft, slippery tongue that has tingles running all the way down to Jensen's toes. Jensen grips him tighter and, in a move that he knows he won't be able to do for very much longer, he picks Jared up off the floor, kissing all over his face as he moves them back to the bedroom.
“I'm thinking I want to fuck your ass again.” The bluntness of his statement has Jared laughing that wonderful, full laugh as they reach the pass-through to the room.
“I thought you were romantic!” Jared chuckles, waiting until he's back on his feet to try and slip out of Jensen's arms again. They're going to be late and they both know it.
His attempts are futile as Jensen herds them back to bed and drops down on Jared with a boneless thud; his body catching Jared's in a fetal pose. Jensen leans over his lover again; kissing him for what seems like hours until Jared's pliant and completely smitten under him. His lips then move down, tracing over the well-defined calf muscle, up to the crease in Jared's knee and finally under the sheet that's hiding all of Jensen's favorite parts.
He can hear Jared sighing happily as his kisses find the very tip of his boyfriend's cock; Jensen letting his tongue come out and lave over the salty slit before he suckles gently on the pink head. It's not long before that big hand of Jared's is smoothing over Jensen's sheet-clad scalp, both urging and reluctant.
“We really have to go. Gonna be late.” Jared tries again, but Jensen just kisses back up his body. His eyes hold a different quality; something softer and more meaningful.
Jensen kisses Jared like he's going to die and, for a moment, the world fades into utter dark for both of them. Nothing else matters but each other.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Jared returns the sentiment, watching as Jensen kisses each nipple and then snuggles in on top of Jared; shotgunning his smoke for his boyfriend.
The kiss this time is completely different. There's no desperation, no need to feel. It's a pure expression of love and it makes Jensen's heart skip a beat. It takes a long time for either of them to pull away, and when they do, it's with the utmost reluctance.
“I'm gonna go grab a shower. Go buy us some alcohol, handsome,” Jared whispers, pecking Jensen's lips one final time before heading for the shower.
Jensen takes a deep breath, his whole body lax and thrumming with absolute love for Jared. It takes him a few tries, but he manages to get dressed, grab Jared's money clip, and then loop back to give his boyfriend a goodbye kiss.
Jared's facing the door when he comes in, and the smile he graces Jensen with is enough to have him smiling like an idiot for the rest of the night. Jensen presses up close, lips puckered as he meets Jared in a kiss, the shower curtain their only separation.
“I'll be right back,” Jensen murmurs between pecks, his left hand pulling back the curtain and he nearly gets in with Jared.
They kiss under the spray for a few minutes, Jensen not caring that he's getting his hair wet. He loves his boyfriend and he'll be damned if Jared doesn't know that.